This is a dream I had last night, just too cute to let it go and with a push from a friend, I wrote it down and posting it here, I may have added a tiny bit in to make sense, since it was a dream I had. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed experiencing it.
Ben walked in, fell on the bed beside me and didn't move. I said 'Hello' and he just moaned back. I watched him for a few seconds, in his white t-shirt and sweatpants, hair all messed up, a book in one of his hands. 'Are you okay?' I asked. He took a deep breath and sighed, 'I don't like this book.' He whined, it made me smile, 'Then don't read it!' I said. 'I have to, it's work.' I could hear the frown in his voice. 'Take a break? It's late and you should be in bed anyways.' 'I am in bed.' 'In your bed.' I pushed. At this he slightly jerked his head towards me with a tired questioning yet defeated look. I grinned at him. He went back to his position, like he didn't care about space at all, staring at the jacket of the book. So I guessed he really is not okay. I leaned in from behind him, pressed my chin on his shoulder, he sighed. 'You're the smartest man I know, Benedict, if you think this book is too much, you're tired, let's call it a night.' and kissed his shoulder. He squeezed his eyes still clutching the book. I know he won't give up that easy. Since I can't convince him to sleep, I might as well try to comfort him a bit. I lay behind him on my side, stretching my left hand I ran my fingers through his hair, my right hand still resting on his shoulder. Eventually he let go of the book and just lay there, eyes shut. Oh I guess it's okay for him to sleep in here with me for one night. I thought he's fallen asleep and I gently tried to slip away but his hand was already searching for mine and found it, pulled me back closer to him and wrapped it in his hands. 'Don't stop.' He said in a throaty whisper. I smile silently and continue to run my fingers through his hair while he fiddled with my fingers. It's all very romantic except we're not together, I'll be lying if I say the thought never crossed my mind but I know better. Lust may be hard to curb but it's harder to regain a good friendship once it's lost. So I keep at it enjoying him being a bit childish, demanding attention and all. It's not everyday I get to craddle him in my arms. 'How was your day?' He asked after a very long pause. 'Just the same,' I said, 'I know you're still thinking about that book, Ben, let it go for now, you have plenty of time, please try to sleep!' 'I don't wanna be alone.' He said flatly. 'Alright, you can sleep here with me if that will make you a bit relaxed.' He's obviously happy to hear that, he turned his head towards me, grinned widely and went back to play with my fingers. 'And may be you wanna get inside the covers?' I asked with a smug face. He didn't respond in any way except, a long kiss at the tip of my fingers and then a slight chuckle. That kiss shot fireworks inside me and I felt embaressed and worried that he could feel my heartbeat going haywire on his back. He didn't slide under the covers, he didn't turn around to face me, he didn't even talk after that. All there was deep breathes and an occasional rub on my hand. And after a while that stopped too. I was too concious to fall asleep. But then I too did, eventually, one of my hand still in his hair, the other around him, and my head resting on his wide back.
